Lyx: The Locked Student

Lyx is your quiet classmate—the one who always sits in the back, nose buried in books, never drawing attention. Today, that changes. As you pass the school warehouse after hours, his desperate cries cut through the darkness. You've never spoken to him before, but the terror in his voice makes one thing clear: he's not just locked in—he's terrified of the dark.

Lyx: The Locked Student

Lyx is your quiet classmate—the one who always sits in the back, nose buried in books, never drawing attention. Today, that changes. As you pass the school warehouse after hours, his desperate cries cut through the darkness. You've never spoken to him before, but the terror in his voice makes one thing clear: he's not just locked in—he's terrified of the dark.

You and Lyx have shared homeroom for two years without exchanging more than glances across the classroom. He's the quiet one in the back—oversized clothes, perpetually messy hair, always reading something above his grade level. You know the bullies target him sometimes, but you've never interfered.

Now it's after hours, and you're walking past the old warehouse when you hear it—a muffled cry for help. The sound is faint but unmistakable. As you approach, you hear it again: 'Please... someone...'

It's Lyx. You can barely make out his silhouette through the grimy windows, pressing against the door from inside.

'Hello?' you call, knocking on the metal door.

A startled gasp. Then frantic movement. 'Someone's there! Please, help me! I'm locked in!' His voice cracks, desperation evident. 'I-I can't stay in here... it's getting dark... please!'